The Slayer Chronicles 4

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My nurse, Lucy, dropped her mouth to my neck and slid her cool, wet tongue up my jugular vein to my ear. Teasing my earlobe with the tip of her fangs, she whispered,

"You make me very hungry Jon."

I recalled Sir Edwards's guide on how to manipulate a vampire.

The undisciplined vampire's first weakness is their constant hunger; the second is an opium-like high after they feed. One makes them trappable, the other vulnerable. The most disciplined colonies utilize the rank and control system of militaristic orders. Break the order, gain chaos.

Lucy stopped in the doorway as she left the room. Her fingers drifted from the V-neck of her top, lingered at her breasts, and ran down her lithe body like a table dancer in a strip club. I forced a smile.

"I will be right back," she said with a raspy voice.

Confident Lucy was an undisciplined vampire; I dug my fingernails into the flesh at the base of my thumb. With a determined effort, my skin ruptured. Wincing, I scraped deeper, breaking capillaries until blood oozed across my palm. Lucy returned with a new I.V. bag in hand and froze in place. Addled by the metallic scent of blood, her nose quivered like a rabbit in a cabbage patch. Dropping the bag, she rushed towards me and honed in on my bloody palm like a bear to honey.

"Why…" she stuttered, "have you done this?"

I stared into her blood-lust eyes.

"For you, Lucy. You move me with your passion and beauty. It's a gift. I want you to have me," I said.

"I can't. It's forbidden," she said.

"It's just a taste. There's no harm in that," I said.

Kneeling by the bed, she took my palm in her hands and licked my palm. Panting, mouth agape, she threw her head back and rolled her eyes in orgasmic pleasure. She lapped my bloody secretions and fed her wanton desire.

"You are so sweet Jon."

My days consisted of demanding visits from Jamison, learning about Lucy's previous life, and feeding her samples. The expanding wound in my hand was painful but lent me a clarity of purpose.

"Why must you steal my blood for others when I would willingly give it to you Lucy?"

"It is the way of the colony. The communal blood bank is how our leaders maintain control. Without it, there would be chaos and exposure. If vampires took every human then there would be no food and we’d perish from starvation. Throughout history, when exposed, we have been hunted and destroyed," she said.

I replied, "I am just one of many. If you were to take me for your own how could that harm the supply? You don’t think your leaders have their private supply? Their blood pets? I want you Lucy. You are the singular solace of my captivity."

She sat on the bedside and took my hand.

"Where would we go?"

"We could escape the colony and sail the world on my yacht. I manage a billion dollar trust and you will want for nothing."

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In the night, Lucy woke me with her hand over my mouth. Her amber eyes gleamed with the excitement of a girl's first prom. She snapped a spiked leather collar around my neck and attached a chained leash.

"I will not share your blood. You are mine now. Take me to your yacht," she whispered.

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